Those finishing touches

Wynter chuckled and nodded with understanding when Ember mentioned how everyone here had that similar Armada scent so it was hard to tell who was family and who wasn't. She certainly didn't hold it against her to not immediately guess they were related or to even be paying attention for that kind of thing. It was a busy market, after all. "It's nice to meet you too, Ember," she replied, her tail wagging gently behind her. She listened with interest as Ember explained how she was here visiting the area and wanted to stop by to see the market. Wynter smiled proudly and dipped her head to the compliment Ember gave it. "Thank you! We're all pretty proud of it," she said as she glanced around the space. She didn't know of anything else quite like this in Boreas or Auster so she felt like that made their market very unique.

Refocusing her sapphire gaze on Ember, she listened as her cousin explained that she was hoping to find some of the fire-colored stones that she had heard came from parts of the Col. Wynter immediately knew what Ember was referring to and when she asked if she had any on hand Wynter was glad that she was able to nod enthusiastically in response. "I do, actually!" she replied as she dipped behind the stall for a moment to pull out a lidded box where she was keeping some of the more rare and precious gemstones tucked away. It seemed like a bad idea to have them all laying out on display with so many wolves milling about. She opened the box and began to pull out a few various gems that might fit the bill, some larger than others and some in slightly varying shades of fire-like colors. She sat them out in front of Ember so she could get a good look at them, hoping some of them might be what she was looking for.

"Wynter Fatalis"